Lyrics

The echoes from within the chamber of elites
As real as any list could be
Ceremonies laid out for the miscreants and the freaks
I’ll be the scorn of their deceit

I really dread
Where we are
For what you did

Who saves the virgin Mary’s from her reckoning
Outside the masochistic sing
God won’t touch what they’ve done
Castrate those that try
A new religion for the swine

Just can’t bother to be free
Intend, commit, repeat
I want what yours is mine
Goddamnit, rape my eyes

I really dread
Where we are
For what you did
Full circle around, don’t make a sound
Though I’m fed up wallowing under your crown
Never thought I’d be this face till now

I really dread
Where we are
For what you did